For so long, Gu Yu had finally found warmth in this dreadful dream for the first time, he couldn't help but wrap his arms around the fuzzy Polar Bear and tuck his head in closer, drawing on its warmth, and then he slowly fell back into a deep sleep.
At dawn, when the first ray of sunlight shone into Tang Yuran's room, Gu Yu slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at the brilliant golden sunshine outside the balcony, sighed slowly with relief in his heart, it was a new day, and he hadn't died unknowingly in his sleep the night before.
This should be a good thing for him, right?
The corners of Gu Yu's mouth curled up slightly, and the warmth he felt made him particularly secure.
Wait a minute…
Warmth??
Gu Yu looked down, and immediately saw Tang Yuran being hugged in his arms.
Her petite body was stuffed into an oversized sleeping bag, her fuzzy head resting against his chin, while his own arms were tightly holding her, just like he had been holding that Polar Bear in his sleep.
